I appear to have a mild bout of flu at the moment. Great! I don't think I've been feeling this super-fantastic since my brush with morning sickness during my incredibly brief pregnancy.
B and I spent the day in San Francisco. We drove down there initially to have a late breakfast with my old youth pastor, J, but due to a comedy of errors on both parts (including late departures to the city, the same address for two restaurants, and notoriously bad parking availability) we ultimately settled on brunch at Mel's Drive-In. We had a good time laughing, talking, and eating for about two hours before J ultimately had to depart, but I was pleased that J and B were instantly big fans of each other. At different points, they both had me laughing so hard I nearly cried, and I could see in J's face that he picked up on the chemistry between us.
After we said good-bye to J, B and I decided to catch an early movie and then head home from the city. We wound up watching "A Christmas Carol" with Jim Carrey, which ended up being a better cinematic experience than I thought it would be (largely due to watching the IMAX 3-D version, I'm sure) but was still off, somehow. I'm sure part of my perspective is being colored by the fact I'm really not feeling well and spent large chunks of time in the restroom.
We came home and B hustled me into bed to get comfortable. We decided to watch "And the Band Played On," because B had never seen it, and it chronicles the AIDS epidemic. We had watched "Outbreak" in bed last night, and when I saw how much B liked it, I knew he'd love "And the Band Played On" because it's a damn fine movie without even being the actual account. So, while I lay like an injured puppy, he stayed beside me, grabbing whatever I needed and providing some much-needed cuddle time. I don't mind that we changed our Sunday routine up a bit by going into the city, but I did regret we didn't get to spend nearly as much time in bed as we've become accustomed to for our Sunday ritual.
At the moment, he's back at his house and I'm here at the apartment, alone. As much as I'd like to see him, I probably need tonight alone to get my immune system back on track. Have I mentioned that I hate having the flu? I actually don't like being ill under any circumstances, but the flu is the worst because you can't really do anything. You have to wait for the stupid virus to run its course, which could be anywhere from 24 hours to an entire week.
If anyone needs me, I'll be the sap in bed watching old movies.
B and I spent the day in San Francisco. We drove down there initially to have a late breakfast with my old youth pastor, J, but due to a comedy of errors on both parts (including late departures to the city, the same address for two restaurants, and notoriously bad parking availability) we ultimately settled on brunch at Mel's Drive-In. We had a good time laughing, talking, and eating for about two hours before J ultimately had to depart, but I was pleased that J and B were instantly big fans of each other. At different points, they both had me laughing so hard I nearly cried, and I could see in J's face that he picked up on the chemistry between us.
After we said good-bye to J, B and I decided to catch an early movie and then head home from the city. We wound up watching "A Christmas Carol" with Jim Carrey, which ended up being a better cinematic experience than I thought it would be (largely due to watching the IMAX 3-D version, I'm sure) but was still off, somehow. I'm sure part of my perspective is being colored by the fact I'm really not feeling well and spent large chunks of time in the restroom.
We came home and B hustled me into bed to get comfortable. We decided to watch "And the Band Played On," because B had never seen it, and it chronicles the AIDS epidemic. We had watched "Outbreak" in bed last night, and when I saw how much B liked it, I knew he'd love "And the Band Played On" because it's a damn fine movie without even being the actual account. So, while I lay like an injured puppy, he stayed beside me, grabbing whatever I needed and providing some much-needed cuddle time. I don't mind that we changed our Sunday routine up a bit by going into the city, but I did regret we didn't get to spend nearly as much time in bed as we've become accustomed to for our Sunday ritual.
At the moment, he's back at his house and I'm here at the apartment, alone. As much as I'd like to see him, I probably need tonight alone to get my immune system back on track. Have I mentioned that I hate having the flu? I actually don't like being ill under any circumstances, but the flu is the worst because you can't really do anything. You have to wait for the stupid virus to run its course, which could be anywhere from 24 hours to an entire week.
If anyone needs me, I'll be the sap in bed watching old movies.
Feelin':
grumpy
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